Lights go down

Fri, 01/04/2019 - 04:34 -- MadsOGK

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Mads Klitgaard
United States

Whether the light goes down, in a Lil-Old town the desert might sweep you away. For the twelfth nights’ grace where the moon relays for the old man sitting in his chair while playing with the little girl’s hair on the porch for people to see the little bee’s beautiful, blonde, grace. She smiles so sweet, with a heart so deep, she wishes to be a model so she can show off her hair to people everywhere.

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